I saw those words today on an insurance form that I’m about to sign off on, and I had a lot of pride in myself after reading those words. It’s not that I’ve never smoked. I smoked like a chimney from the age of 18 to about three years ago, when my significant other was diagnosed with cancer. Not lung, but still. Didn’t need to take any chances.
Smoking used to be a crutch, a way to self-medicate in moments of stress or pressure. Not only is it much healthier not to smoke, but I find I am psychologically more healthy since I’ve learned to deal with stress and pressure without the crutch propping me up.
I am aware that the years of smoking may have already taken their toll, but still – “Female, 35, Non-Smoker” looked pretty good today.
